I seek women of my age or stage who look cool and proud and smart and stylish and modern. I imagine they recognize one or more of these qualities in me and we acknowledge each other as we pass, silently. ‘I see you, lady!’
This is the title of a book of Nora Ephron essays, which, when I got it as a Christmas present, I found dated and schtick-y (I also thought, at the time, I’m too young for this). But now it happens to be true, though I feel like a bad feminist for admitting it. Maybe I should reframe the emotion as ‘I feel good about turtlenecks.’
I am a VP and editorial director at a large media company. Now 56 years old, I follow with interest debates about whether women at my level do enough to mentor millennial women — a heated and sometimes fractious discourse that covers why they do or don’t, if they should or shouldn’t and so much more… Read more on Tue/Night >
How to pronounce deus ex machina (doesn’t come up a lot, but still)
Which direction to cross myself in a Catholic Church: left to right, right?
How to spell commitment without autospell’s help: how many t’s, how many m’s and don’t read too much into this.
The rationale for the Electoral College
To remove my mascara before I get into bed, after which time it’s it’s far, far too late
Not to drink a third glass of wine